Bryson
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
NLE the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Ayy, JB, why they mad?)
Life good
Can you see now? Can you see now?
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson (Ayy)
Sole mission, sole purpose
Mom knew I was worth it since the day that I was birthed and came out of her lurkin'
Lookin' at all of the nurses, she said I was special
Knew that shit, that was for certain
I would've thought this world was perfect, but it came with some curses
Ayy, read between the verses, if the truth, you been searchin'
I woke up, I'm alеrted, I was feelin' like a servant
Ain't a part of thе circus, my soul been overworkin'
She can't handle my burden, but she say she want a Birkin
I fell asleep in churches, I ain't know what he was chirpin'
Within myself, I got faith, then prayers start unfoldin'
I know that God real, but not the way that they had told us
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Ayy, swing like I'm Tyson, but I ain't doin' no fightin'
And I've been feelin' righteous, I'm going through enlightenment
Conscious of a psychic, in between her like hyphens
They sayin' I don't know shit, but wait 'til it hit the fan
Groundin' up in the sand, the work put in, I seen dividends
I'm a bigger man, better man, I got a better plan
If you don't understand, where's somebody with some understandin'?
Pineal gland in my crown and I got the upper hand
Put the blues in rubber bands, I attract abundance
Affirmations daily, that's why blessings keep on comin' in
3-6-9, when I wake, I write it three times
Six times in the daytime, nine at nighttime
Put positive thoughts into your heart, it'll change your DNA
Negative thoughts, they fall apart, now a nigga thinkin' straight
I don't even smoke weed no more, I put that on the Heaven's gates
Speakin' on the Heaven's gates, I know I'm going to Heaven, man
Ayy, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm eating on a vegan plate
Don't take me to Chick-fil-A, I'm eatin' at the Grand Cafe
They ain't open on Sunday anyway
Fuck your dinner date
You are what you eat, I'm countin' green, eatin' celery
I don't care what nobody else think or say
Self-love the best love, self-hate got you out of shape
Distractions all in your face, ayy, tell me when they gone away
Donald Trump the last president, ain't no more candidates
Turned my backyard to farmland, but grew up watching Gangland (Gangland)
On the block hangin', I had my Drac' singin
All the negative you put in, you get it back, that's dangerous
Felt like all my karma came back when I got famous
Put the good in, you get the good out
I don't even tote my gun no more, 'cause I'm knowin' that I'm good now
Universe keep working for me, ain't nobody gonna touch me
They say, "Protect Chop at all costs, " they need to change the subject
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson now
Compositores: Thomas Horton (Tntxd), Bryson Lashun Potts (Nle Choppa), Justin R. Bradbury, Terrance Lammar Duncan
ECAD: Obra #29474907